Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Come close

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"Yes ... Marry me" said Armand quietly almost like a whisper.

Abela looked into Armand's dark eyes. Hearing Armand say it made his heart flutter. Abela noticed everything on Armand's face. From his sharp eyes, to his firm eyebrows. From his cheekbones to his sturdy jaw. From his nose to Armand's lips that almost looked white.

"What do you see?" ask Armand again. Still with whispers.

"I see you ..." replied Abela Lirih.

Abela did not know, her answer and voice caused quite a tremor to shake Armand. Armand gulped his saliva, his hands tracing Abela's back over her thin dress. The soft texture of silk mixed with the spine felt on top of Armand's palm.

Perfumed with lilies smelled from Abela's nape, Armand moved one of his hands to comb the strands of Abela's hair from the side of his face. Under the gaze of Abela's blue eyes who was still looking at her firmly. The red hue on Abela's face was visible in Armand's eyes.

"Your answer?" ask Armand raucous.

"Just do it ... It means nothing to me" Abela replied too soon.

"That doesn't mean anything?" armand asked, repeating Abela's reply.

"Yes ... I don't know when it's gonna be here." Abela answered quickly again. He does not want to give false hope to himself, not to others.

Armand was still staring at Abela, his sharp gaze slightly decreasing as he smiled faintly. Armand dropped his forehead on Abela's shoulder. And bring Abela's body closer to her again.

"It turns out you're still hard to reach" whispered Armand.

Abela frowned hearing that. What does Armand mean? Abela had no courage to ask that. He did not want to hear Armand's reply. He's not ready yet. It was just that Abela's hand reflexively stroked the back of Armand's head. Armand's hair was already a bit long.

Armand widened his eyes feeling the touch of Abela's hand. She smiled wider as she felt Abela's fingers gently massaging her nape.

There's a lot Armand's been thinking lately. And all of that made him tired. He did not like waiting for an enemy like this. He would rather fight on the battlefield. It's easier to let go of his emotions there. Compared to here, where he had to hold back his emotions for the benefit of his family.

"How are you doing, crown prince?" Abela asked not to divert the conversation, she just remembered the boy. How could he forget Cesar.

Armand laughed softly hearing that. His back shook slowly, he raised his gaze. Looking at Abela who was staring at him. Abela's lips were tightly closed.

"Now I don't know what to answer" Armand said amid a smile. "But yes ... He's fine" Armand said again.

"I just remembered her," Abela retorted away from Armand's gaze.

"Fill your head must be too much" muttered Armand.

"You too ...." Abela answered softly. "Your head must be a lot too."

"You're right .... " Armand stuck his head again. Make their eyes look level again.

"What would you do if I told you the contents of my head right now are only you, your face, the scent of your body ...." Armand swallowed his saliva again.

"You mean Abela?" Abela pressed the name. Making Armand close his eyes for a while before smiling obliquely.

"Why? You want to get back to your real body?" armand asked, still closing his eyes.

"To that rotting body?" Abela raised her eyebrows. "No, it must be uncomfortable even with that foul scent."

Unknowingly Abela grimaced, how Lyra could last that long. Abela felt a little sympathy for the foolish girl. It could be that people with high social strata like himself can be deceived by greedy parents.

"Then ... Should I close my eyes?" tanya Armand pulled Abela's attention again.

"To feel you ... Yours ... Ariston ...." Armand whispered softly. His eyes were still staring at Abela sharply. Made Abela not want to let go of her gaze.

"Why do you have to do that?" abela whispered almost inaudible.

"Because you seem to want it."

Armand's reply made Abela swallow. His heart was pounding faster, his face felt hotter. There was another strange impulse. He wanted to convince himself if it was just his body's reaction. He did not want to admit that he was the one who was excited and affected by the current atmosphere.

The distance of Armand's face was already very close.The tip of their nose touched. Abela did not know who was approaching first. Is he or Armand. His brain was frozen and unable to think anymore. His eyes caught Armand's moving neck as he gulped. I don't know why the sight filled his eyes. He can't get out of there. Nor can I forget it. The sight kept repeating itself in his mind.

Until their distance is gone. Again, Abela did not know who started it. All he knows is that Armand's dry lips tickle his skin. The small bite Armand gave her lower lip carried the gelinke in her stomach. Like there's thousands of butterflies flying wildly in there.

Abela opened her mouth to let out a sigh. His hand gripped the front of the robe that Armand was wearing. Armand's embrace felt tighter and tighter. Their bodies were clinging and their eyes were still open.

Abela pushed Armand's neck gently. Give them a little distance. He gasps softly. His fingers traced Armand's neck to the back of his head.

"Arabela ..." whispered Armand in front of Abela's wok.

The soft sigh Abela felt earlier appeared again. Slowly make the fur of his arm stand up. Abela bit her own lips. His eyes became more beautiful. His one hand was still clutching the Armand robe even though his grip was loosening even more.

"Why are you staying away?" armand asked in a whisper.

"You open your eyes" replied Abela.

Armand laughed at hearing that. He brought Abela's body closer again with a single pull.

"You want me to close my eyes now?" ask Armand. Makes Abela laugh softly.

"I'm just nervous, it's nothing." Abela answered slowly.

"You sure?" Armand smiled seductively at Abela.

"Moreover the reason," Abela rolled her eyes. But still smiling lightly.

"You look ...." Armand hung up his words. In her eyes, Abela looked happy. That's what he wanted to say. But somehow he felt he couldn't say that

"Looky?" Abela raised her eyebrows when she asked.

"I won't say anything" replied Armand. He seemed honest when he said that. His eyes did not shake one bit.

"Why?" whispered Abela again.

"Content ... I just felt I shouldn't say it" Armand replied.

"alright. It's up to you." Abela finally took off their gazes by closing her eyes.

Armand was slightly disappointed not to be able to see those blue eyes again. But it dawned on her that even though Abela and Arabela had the same eye color, it still didn't change the fact that Abela might not have liked Armand's physical praise.

"You know ... I can close my eyes if you want" Armand said. His palm was still stroking Abela's back gently.

Abela laughed softly hearing Armand say that. His laughter came to a halt as Armand clung onto their foreheads. Abela could see Armand's pupils looking darker. And when their lips touch each other again. Abela hoped time would stop for a moment.

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